Okay, I promise…
Next week I won’t mention the weather at all. Geez, could I get any more boring. (That’s a rhetorical question, k? Thx.) Anyway, Ezmerelda’s rumored to be stopping by next week with a special guest, and I might actually talk about books. :groucho:
This utter lack of content is temporary. Really.
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I LIKE weather. :wtf:bIt’s real, dude. You go ahead and be funny about weather, it’s good, dammit.
yet another sign of aging. But so what? SO? NOTHING WRONG WITH WATCHING THE WEATHER CHANNEL. NOTHING. :whip::whip::whip::whip::whip::whip::whip:
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I’d stop talking about the weather, if it’d stop being so damn noteworthy. :hide:
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:rulez:Where did you get the name Eliza Jane? You don’t hear that name often. It was my Grandmother’s name and she always hated the Eliza part because she was teased when young. I am named after her with the Jane part only.
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Eliza Jane is just one of those names I’ve loved since I was young, and it was always on the short list for a future daughter (who didn’t come). I think I first heard it in Little House on the Prairie, as it’s Almanzo’s older sister’s name.
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I need you to make me another promise. How bout 60’s and 70’s this week in our part of the world?
Okay, so that isn’t the promise. Here’s what I need you to do. Whisper into the Patriot’s ear to slaughter the Jaguars. I mean, leave them bloody and bruised on the field–especially Reggie Jackson. He’s a dirty bastard. Hurt him and watch him around Moss because he will try to hurt him. I’ve never seen Hines Ward as upset as he was when we played them and the bastard held onto Hines bad leg on purpose.
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yeah, what HRS said. Bloody.